Fast time travel actor, he is too charming

But inexplicable emotions prevented him from leaving this place. He heard footsteps gradually gathering in front of him and behind St. Anville. He should go quickly instead of staying here as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But his anger towards God hadn't completely dissipated just now, and this anger was transferred to the white-robed elf. He wanted to know that he said equality—would he really do that?

For a ridiculous reason, he couldn't take a step.

"Son of God, have you finished your inspection? You are still needed for the firefly meeting held by the Qing tribe at night." There were a few young elves who were exuding strong magic power all the time, and Achilo regretted it. , in the hands of these people and the 'Son of God', he can't escape.

"I've finished my inspection," St. Anville nodded, and the few young elves didn't even look at the half-elves next to them. It's not a bad idea to just turn over this page.

That's what Achilo most hoped to overturn, after all, he is a minor and very weak half-elf.

St. Anville took the initiative to mention him, and several elves had to look over together, "If you still remember the prophecy that the priest and I received at the same time a few days ago, please invite this half-elf to the tribe, he should have a stable environment for growth.”

Achilo was quite flustered, he understood every word, but this couldn't offset his sense of uneasiness.

He still wants to run.

His expression unconsciously showed a little nervousness. As soon as the elves approached, his eyes widened without blinking, observing the safe distance between them.

In the end, he could only let him sit in St. Anville's arms, and he slightly eased his uneasiness. His two thin arms were retracted inside his body, and his hands were tightly grasping St. Anville's white robe.

He stubbornly showed his face, he didn't dare to look at the people around him viciously, he tried to look harmless and simple, with a pair of big eyes on his clean little face, he couldn't help trembling, but he insisted on facing the eyes of every elf eyes, and then a sweet smile.

Cowardly and well-behaved is also one of his survival skills.

He stiffened his face from laughing, but judging from the kindness he received, it was worth it.

Even St. Anville touched his hair, he was startled, looked up at him, and he smiled at him, soft and beautiful.

He was obsessed with ghosts, and he called brother in a daze. St. Anville was a little surprised, touched his cheek with his fingertips, and gave him a slightly bigger smile, like a blooming epiphyllum, with a fleeting but unforgettable beauty.

"Are you going to be my brother?" He gently poked the child's soft face, looking a little happy, he didn't even care about other people's eyes, and they greeted him, but he wanted to get an answer, "I have never had parents, There is no one else, so, will you be my younger brother?"

Achilona reacted quickly, and got a favorable decision within the time a leaf fell. He rubbed St. Annville's chest and said softly, "Don't tell me my brother thinks I'm a half-elf, and you don't want me?" ?"

His eyes were like grass blades soaked in water, bent over by the water drops, showing extremely fragile emotions, "Don't you want me? Brother."

"No, it won't," St. Anville put his fingers into his small palm, "you will live here, be friendly with all elves, God will guide your direction, and you can enjoy your new life with peace of mind." Life, you can also find me near the temple, I will be very happy to meet you, brother."

"Thank you, brother." Akilo hugged St. Annville with his thin arms.

"You don't need to thank me," St. Anville looked at him, his sincere eyes made him want to avoid him, he was not worthy to be the younger brother of this person in front of him, but he wanted to live a better life, and he wanted to be blessed.

"Brother Weier," he thought, but still wanted to deceive him, "I trust you the most here, brother, can I live under another name? I don't want others to find out about my past, and Nice people I meet, don't you catch 'em, okay?"

He was in tears, and the tears wet his white and soft skin, and fell down his chin into his collar. At this moment, he looked kind and beautiful, still missing a little bit of kindness.

"Well," promised St. Anville, "what would you like to be called?"

"I want to be called Silas, Brother Wil."

"Silyas, that's a good name."

The well-behaved Silas settled down in the Qing tribe smoothly. He is a carefree guy with a smile on his face every day. First, the children, and later the adults also liked him more and more. Give him a copy of the things left by the child.

Silas always carried a bunch of things excitedly to the small room next to the temple to look for St. Anville. St. Anville had many white robes, which looked very ordinary, but Silas liked to wear them on his robes. Painting patterns of flowers and plants, or smelling incense, what he likes most is sitting in St. Annville's arms, listening to him tell wonderful stories, and sharing a plate of ripe fruits with him.

He once painted a gorgeous painting, using the most gorgeous colors he could find, outlining dark vines and blood-red flowers on St. Annville's white robe. The vines and flowers wanted to swallow the beautiful boy. After eating, I regret that such a gorgeous color will disappear in the world, and I linger and hesitate.

The evil vines with fangs and claws, and the blood-hungry flowers penetrated deeply into his white robe, tearing his pale skin, and the devout look on his face, he was shocked, how treacherous and beautiful.

Obviously he used bright colors, but he stained Shenzi's clothes with the totem of evil things.

It's a pity that St. Anville burned this dress, he only saw his beautiful appearance once.

Silas was silent for a while, and secretly painted flowers and grass on his robe. This one was very subtle, and St. Anville wore it twice at his request, and he stayed quietly in his arms , as a child listening to stories, slowly fell asleep.

He dreamed that he was a piece of grass, the sun and rain made him live happily every day, but one day, a child was placed in his middle, a newborn elf, he opened his eyes quietly, as if there was no Realized that he would die soon.

He turned into one of the bales of hay on the thatched roof, and the elf sat quietly in the yard, waiting for someone to find him, remembering the teachings of the elf god silently while waiting.

He suddenly understood the identity of this elf, and then woke up suddenly.

It was dark outside, and St. Anville should be asleep too. He himself opened his eyes on the bed in the small room on the right, blinking occasionally, unable to escape the state of being unable to move or speak like grass.

He is more immersed in disbelief, the serious and soft St. Anville will never have such a past.